I will go often when I was day you were my knight when I was dirty hole you--overbite do you know how far I ran to that shore my buns could not bear the stunning sunning fart whore

certainly intriguing, needs a bit of resolution though. Still plenty to get your teeth into

Blessed with 8.

This was a long time

hehe. nice poem. i know what you mean girl. = )

penultimate verse: you were so beautiful.... is when this really gets going. Certainly memorable.

interesting ending. 8. ;)

guttersweet once I saw a whore in picadilly square her face bore the markings of ill-shaved pit-hair I stood in my spot til my ruler pointed out god but that guttersweet up and cupped my toughed rod or rather the balls that battled beneath it as she squeezed and sneezed and fizzled to 'ppease it it would not deflate for all her hateful uglinesses now I count guttersweets 'ithout my penises.

I wish to compliment you on 'ran a dry rag', although my brain protests. Can you humour me with an explanation?

lolololololololololololol i'm not glad i came back

there once was a hoppedup from frisco who hopped each train licketysplitsgo one day with a burst his pipe plugged the first now he's spreadbout from here to hankletsgo

This was a long time ago with lost love.

Your grasp of the male penis is deluded by the fact that you are a gicantic clitoris, but slowly dehydrating from a lull in masturbation, due to your puny women arms.

An Ode To Mantits (and less important things) wither there I see I see the polished peaks of sweat-glazed tee wither thou goes thou goest silly jiggly wind blowest whereforth thee climbed thee own climes whenceforth thee be mine although I not proffer not proffer mine mitten as muffin thou wiggle inspireth my luffin

not so much in the way of originality but I really like the flow.

DS, You do have quite an imagination. I don't know if this is a Lyric but if it is I could image Jim Morrison singing it. The first two lines of the piece are a bit unclear but successive lines got me on track with the story. Flowed real well till I got to "yet its own.........watercourses" not quite sure what you were trying to get across. Next two verses are excellent, very vivid imagery. Now I must say, I found it difficult in the end to piece the story together and reconcile the chorus with the body of the work. Who does the surfer child represent and what was his ultimate fate....death as the chorus implies or life as implied by the last verse? Perhaps it is my linear thinking, not the layout of your story, that betrays me here....which could explain why I have found it difficult to take my own work to a more abstract and creative level. I might not get it all, but, like I told you all along, you are one creative son of a bitch. I liked it.

Joe, good. kept it focused, try to get more descriptive with imagery though. :) btw, what you think of my first lyric? Blessed with 9.

ah, better! heh. 9

S1 and 2 - beautiful to read I would keep weathering S3, though. (between the godsdeath and woodlilies)

i love you remember me? durt well i'm back and i still love you